Lazy Sunday Lego day


I’m laying in my bed, legs weary from walking around LegoLand all day yesterday, with a sunburnt nose despite lots of factor 50 SPF application and a general feeling of contentment.
James is playing with his new lego and is amazing us that he’s put a Spiderman character together already, but we’ve also encountered our first Lego injury….I’m just waiting to step on a piece and start the swearing tirade of s*it, *uck, t*at, ba*ls.

I foresee a very expensive hobby about to unfold.

It’s been a full on week at work and I can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel and in amongst meetings and testing and times where the project was scrapped, I got some news.
The good thing about being busy is that you tend to forget about impending results from hospital. For the first time in a LONG time I didn’t focus all my energy on a tumour that may or may not be there.

And the distraction paid off as my MRI was clear. A lovely call from Dr Powell herself and a no need to attend clinic until August!

Happy days.

This morning I woke up still exhausted from the weeks events with feet so sore and achy, but a lightness in my heart from being so relieved. Maybe I won’t cry in the swimming pool again for a little while.

Oh and the pain…well it could be linked to an intolerance to a type of food. If it’s wheat, I’ll deal with it even though I love bread and bread loves me. But if it’s cheese/dairy I shall cry and cry until I’m sick.

You can take my French baton stick, but you’ll never take my Raclette!

How ridiculously middle class did that sound? Soz.

The resemblance is uncanny, non? Yes I’m wearing my dressing gown, I’ve just told you tired I am!


I don’t wanna talk about it…

…how you broke my heart.

So I joined a gym and those of you who follow me on Facebook or Twitter will know of my quest to get fitter and how I have been doing couch to 5k etc, but I love swimming. I am part fish being a Pisces so I can swim through the water with the greatest of ease.
I can get into a right little stride and wade on through. Last night I managed 64 lengths for the first time in about 10 years.

My arms cannot go above *here*.

Amazing, right? This time last year I couldn’t have done that. Aces.

Except, the reason wasn’t because I’m improving my strength and stamina, it was down to embarrassment.
No, my top didn’t float away and I didn’t belly flop into the pool (you’re not allowed to do that anyway, didn’t you read the signs??) and I most certainly didn’t do any heavy petting.

No, I decided to cry.
In my defence it Magic FM’s fault. Who the fuck plays Sad Magic FM in a gym? At least play some Hall and Oates or something a bit more upbeat.

So, it went a little like this…

This is Magic FM
Farking hell, time to go underwater
I can tell by your eyes that you’ve prob’bly been cryin’ forever,
Oh crap. I love this song. *starts swimming, pick an apple, put it in your pocket, pick an apple, put it in your pocket*
and the stars in the sky don’t mean nothin’ to you, they’re a mirror.
*tears start stinging eyes* Stupid Everything but the Girl song.
I don’t want to talk about it, how you broke my heart.
If I stay here just a little bit longer,
If I stay here, won’t you listen to my heart, whoa, heart?

I wish I had goggles, I look like a dickhead.
This continues for the entire song which may or may not have included sobbing whilst trying to sing the song and swim.
*Reaches end of lane to horrified look on fellow patrons face*
Stupid non waterproof mascara.

Maybe it was the chlorine. Yea definitely a reaction to the chlorine.

And before you all club together to have me committed, I’m ok. No seriously, I’m ok. Once August is here I’ll be better and until then we’ll just wait for the lottery win.

Just imagine how many lengths I’d do listening to Hall and Oates…



How the mother flipping is it July? How are we closer to Christmas now than Easter and why is time moving so fast?

I guess this is what happens when you’re busy in your life. Time just seems to evaporate into thin air. Routines are the norm and with the introduction of nursery, that desire to know what you’re doing at any given time is even more paramount.

But as you coast along watching the hours whirr by with your project deadlines looming and your Son’s childhood flashing before your eyes, there will always be something that stops you in your tracks.

A hiccup in your path to moving on.

Such a tiny hiccup is occurring at the moment. And I call it a hiccup because it’s an insignificant blip on the radar.
It’s an annoyance more than a game changer. But it should be noted, because things like this happen. In my journey of being a cancer warrior you need a couple of conflicts to keep your army strong so that’s how I’m thinking about this.

On Tuesday, I’ve got a little MRI just to check on ‘that’ area again after some pain I’ve encountered. But it’ll be fine. No biggie. I’m even going to go on my own so you just KNOW that there will be a hilarious hospital gown selfie picture that will surface.

Do I think it’s anything sinister? Nah.
Am I scared though? You betcha. If you’re not scared, you don’t care.

But it’ll be fine. It has to be.

And until then, we will watch the hours whirr by with project deadlines looming and your Son’s childhood flashing before your eyes.

Because this is just a hiccup.